“My finger may be small but I can still wrap my Daddy around it”
When I was growing up no one meant more to me than my Daddy. He was only a small cut of a man but to me he was always eight foot tall. Quiet, unassuming and full of wit and wisdom. There was never a problem that he couldn’t solve. To this day I can still feel the bristle of the hairs on his hand as he held mine in his and the five o clock shadow on his jaw that kissed me goodnight.
Being blessed with the gift of a daughter has helped me relive some of those ‘daddy’s girl’ feelings as I witness the relationship between my husband and her. A simple beseeching look is all that is required to turn a no into a yes or a frown into a laugh. Little girls seem to naturally have the ability to get exactly what they want when they want it! It is such fun watching the relationship grow and think back on years gone by. Giant 99’s bought from the ice cream van despite protests from my mother, day trips to Bray or Howth on a sunny afternoon, extra pocket money to buy the top I couldn’t bear to live without and then acknowledgement that there was another male taking over my heart. Never fear though, as I sit here typing at 34 years of age I am still a Daddy’s girl. He passed away 15 years ago and some days it feels like only yesterday. I still see him sitting in his armchair, newspaper on his lap and listening to his cassette tapes. This week he would have turned 78 and we would have had a wonderful time making a fuss of him. Alas it wasn’t to be so instead I will sit back, listen to one of his favourite songs and shed a little tear for a wonderful man. xx